The Dilemma

Things that have gone unsaid

Deeds that have gone undone

Reminds shores once left in solitude,

Fate cursed without cessation for being rude.

Wonder I feel when I see the cherubic ambience,

When life would once lead to an end.

When the castles would fall

And butterflies sought once

Would be just some colors on the finger tips,

And would wash away.

The ocean that parted once,

Would flow incessant now,

The prodigy once guided would become the mentor now.

Leaves that covered the bloom,

Would now part and fall off.

For the miles walked

And roads treaded upon,

I stand again at the crossroads

Which I had once left. 

The rusted roof and door knobs,

Reminiscent of stories,

Once heard and slept upon.